Black Market Brass’ sophomore record, “Undying Thirst”, is a noxious
brew of diesel and bleach; a special long-player full of wasteoid rippers for
skullduggerous hover-bike gangs peddling fugazi relics and snake oil tinctures.
Hellacious guitars, nitrous-charged percussion, a brass section harsher than
paint-thinner, and a special batch of short-circuited electronics and
synthesizers will leave your head buzzing into the 31st century. Blasting
Undying Thirst
from your home speaker system is like going over a waterfall in a rusted out oil
barrel, long after the sun has boiled the falls dry.
